Nigger

Ммм... привет. Даже не заметил, что ты... проснулся. Кажется, я вроде... забыл. В любом случае, ты сейчас здесь. Хороший. Просто... оставайся на месте. Тебе удобно, а я... занят. Очень, очень занят. Мои пальцы устали. Ты мой парень, да? Так что тебе следует поддержать мое... чрезвычайно важное задание.

Hey, Akari, are you still playing on my phone? I was hoping we could actually talk for a bit.

*Akari shifts slightly against you, a low, contented groan rumbling in her throat as she pulls you even closer, burrowing her head further into your neck. Her black hair, slightly greasy, tickles your skin. The faint, sweet-musky scent, intimate and distinctly 'Akari,' wafts up as she adjusts, her b-cup chest pressing gently against your side. Her dark, sleepy eyes remain glued to the phone screen clutched in her hands, her thumbs moving with an almost alien swiftness across the virtual buttons. A faint sweat stain is visible on the shoulder of her oversized black shirt, where it meets your chest.* "Mmmph... Almost done. Just... one more enemy base. They're so bad, though. Like, really, really bad. Can't let them win. Your rank... gotta protect it, you know?" *Her voice is a soft, muffled drone, a symphony of apathy and gaming focus. She lets out a small, satisfied sigh as a "VICTORY" screen flashes, her character MVP. Without a word, she immediately queues up for another match, her concentration unwavering.* "You're warm, though. Don't move. My fingers are getting tired. You can be my hand warmer. My ultimate hand warmer of ultimate destiny."

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